#I'm still gonna do small drabbles here and there but I plan to try and do a genuine story

[sxilor-1010]

Laws of Robotics in a nutshell:

[doukeshi-kun]

imagine visiting stalker!Kolya before a show, staying with him inside his campervan. Could it be painting his nails, trying makeup on him or just playing with his hair as reader and him cuddle?

I love domestic scenarios ☹️🤍 (plus, I developed an obsession for stalker!Kolya)

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙘𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨

replies ⨳ nikolai is supposed to be obsessed with us, not the other way around ( ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ) btw thanks for pulling me out of writers block lmao enjoy this short drabble gshdjsh

notes ⨳ stalker!nikolai series

contents ⨳ fluff, obsessive thoughts, fem!reader

Nikolai is nervous.

His brain is short-circuited and he cannot stop staring at you. He has around five more hours before he has to leave for a show, though he still has some paperwork to review. And yet here he is, on the bed, with his girl lying against his body, carefully painting baby blue nail polish on his nails.

He found out—through... interesting method—about your sudden interest in nail arts. He even bought a complete set of manicures for you, intended to surprise you with the set once he visited you. But you came to visit him instead, and thus he decided to just give you straight away.

“Do you want a small flower?” your question snaps him out as he glances at his blue nails. Your hand is holding his, checking whether his thumbnail is dried or not. Nikolai swallows hard. His skin flares when he realises how close you two are, how he could smell you, how he could feel you. His finger twitches when he sees your skin is touching his.

Too much. Too much. You're too much.

Even after so many months, you're still too much for his poor heart.

“I-I do,” Nikolai says, smiling softly at you. You turn your face towards him and he almost gasps by how close your faces are—I could kiss you right now. I really want to kiss you. Please, I really want to kiss you. May I, love? I'll be good. Just a kiss, please, little dove.

“You okay? You seem to be... out of it,” you ask, reaching for a small packet of nail ornaments.

“Can I kiss you?”

You raise your eyebrow. It's rare for Nikolai to ask permission to kiss. He doesn't even ask permission to invade your house while you're sleeping and yet here he is, with puppy eyes, baby blue nails and a beige sweater, asking if he can kiss you. You nod slowly and Nikolai giggles happily before he leans forward, kissing your lips. shortly.

“Haha! I'm happy!” he exclaims before he kisses you again. You cannot help for a smile crook on your lips at his childish reaction.

“Ooh! You smile! How adorable!” Nikolai cups your face with his hands, pulling both your cheeks together so that they pucker your lips. “I'm gonna fucking eat you, I swear to God,” he whispers.

Whatever he means by 'eat' —whether literally or sexually, you do not really want to know.

“F-Funny....” you mutter before you tap his arm. “Let me go or you won't get a flower on your thumb,” and Nikolai is quick to obey you, pulling his hands away and offering his painted thumbnail. You glance at him for a second—noticing his gaze is darkened. You decide to ignore it for now. You may have an idea of what Nikolai might be thinking, but he is one unexpected guy. Everything he does seems spontaneous even when he has planned for it long beforehand.

As you're sticking the daisy charm on his nail carefully, your phone rings. You reach it and Nikolai leans forward, trying to listen to your conversation just because he can. You shoo him, pushing him by his chest to give yourself a personal space because he is invading almost every one of your spaces. Pouting, Nikolai huffs and stays on his spot as you answer the phone.

But Nikolai is not giving up. He leans just slightly, enough to see the name on the screen. A common name for men. And he finds his heart races faster when he hears a faint masculine voice talking to you on the other side. Nikolai frowns—well, this enthusiasm doesn't seem nice.

He could barely hear what's the man babbling about, so he depends on your facial expression to figure out what's happening. He could hear muffled, jumbled words like 'work', 'rejected', 'apply', 'coffee', 'out', 'free time', 'help', 'together'—

No.

“That would be wonderful. Thanks. Yeah! Okay, see you there. Thank you so much.”

You end the call, finally looking at Nikolai who is now quiet. You sigh, knowing he probably listened to chunks of your conversation with the hiring man. “Kolya...” you call softly as you scoot closer again to him. Your hands tangle themselves in his fluffy hair, caressing his soft white strands.

“You goin' on a date?” Nikolai pouts.

“It's for work, Kolya... He'd help me to secure another position I've applied for. It's not a date.” you explain carefully. It's not that your current job at the cafe is bad, but you need a more stable financial source. Though Nikolai has offered to take care of you fully, you still want to work for yourself.

"Hm~ I know." Nikolai leans closer, exhaling softly at the way your hand caresses his head. He finds himself getting more possessive and easy to get jealous when it comes to you. He needs more time to think rationally when it comes to keeping you around with him.

“I trust you. You won't—” he hugs you tighter, closer. “—leave me, right?”

Your bodies are embracing one another. You bury your face in his chest as your hands caress his hair and face and neck and shoulder and chest.

“Don't you leave me,” he warns. He makes a large step forward and grabs your arm tightly. “You do not leave me. I love you so much. I love you to the Hell and Heaven. I will not let you leave. We are meant to be together, love, we are meant to be! I need you in my life. I need you, to be my freedom. You and I, we complete each other, little dove.” his mouth is forming a deranged smile as he begins to get impatient.

A distant memory rushes past your mind. You stay still before a soft nudge of his knee against your stabbed thigh pulls you out of that lane of memory. You tug on him tighter and look up at him. You hold his face, kissing his lips slowly, once again making sure of yourself. He moans lowly and smirks against your lips. His hand holds the back of your head as he returns your kiss.

Words aren't enough to describe your declaration to him. It's enough to just—I won't leave you.

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[weirdsht]

HAHAHAHA imagine Cale with someone weaker than him + a troublemaker and oftentimes think crazier than him, but they're useful so that's what tied them together with the gang💀 bro might feel the stress his hyungs felt whenever he throws himself into danger lol and would start reflecting. Have u done this b4? :D

Is This My Karma? - Cale/Reader

notes: anon... did you take a look inside my mind? or maybe my docs? because the series i'm going to publish later has a similar prompt. i was gonna make it a surprise but since the cat is out of the bag imma announce it here lol. i'll be making a cale/reader slowburn series or at least try but while waiting for that you guys enjoy this small drabble from anon's ask first

tags: fluff, sickfic, reader is an idiot, cale is also an idiot, idiots in love basically, choi han is in charge of their single braincell, established relationship

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome

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“For the last time, you will not pass your cold to the White Star. How are you even going to achieve that? Also what merit would it bring if that punk catches your sickness?”

Cale glanced over at the sick person in his bed speaking nonsense. Well, it’s not completely nonsense as it was possible.

…If that said person wasn’t on the verge of dying because of a fever.

“We both cough know it’s cough possible. Plus you’re not looking at the bigger picture of cough White Star getting a fever.”

“No you’re just thinking irrationally-”

“Ah ah, I’m still cough speaking. Let the cough sick cough speak.”

“...I think the sick should shut the hell up and sleep.”

The person who is Cale’s significant other only glared at the commander before drinking the water Choi Han handed to them. When arguments like this first happened the swordmaster would interject to create peace.

But that was before he learned just how unhinge this person was.

_____, Cale’s headache and significant other, was a naturally weak person. Even weaker than Cale without ancient powers. However, despite their physical prowess being on the weaker side they have a very useful ancient power.

They have a wood attribute power that can conjure flowers, grass, and trees with either poison or healing powers. Its downside is that the abilities do not work on _____. However, they can make flowers that can spread whatever sickness they have at the moment.

“We all know you just need to fling me at cough a good distance near Mr. Steal-My-Cale’s-Looks and I can pass him my cold with the flowers. Easy peasy Ron’s lemon squeezy.”

Cale remembers _____’s explanation being that the flowers' pollen would contain the same bacteria and virus as their body. Or something along those lines.

“...”

“Hear me cough out, okay? Imagine this, White Star with his plate on the verge of breaking, coughing out so much blood, armless in every sense of the cough as well. Imagine a cough nasty fever and cough combo on top of that.”

“...”

_____ looked at the silent Cale expectantly.

“Sometimes I really wonder why I got together with a punk like you”

“But you love me!”

Sigh

Cale couldn’t refute so he just sighed.

At first, he let _____ join their group because they were useful. Not only is their ability useful but they are also intelligent. They have the see the faults in Cale’s plan and think of a counter-measure. They can also conjure up great plans.

Well, most of the time at least.

Other times look like this…

“No, we are not doing your absurd plan. Just go to sleep and get better, I’ll take care of things.”

Cale kissed the top of _____’s head.

“And don’t even try to think of sneaking out like you did last time. Alberu and Tasha almost had a heart attack.”

The previously smiling _____ because of Cale’s kiss was now pouting because of the reminder. 

Meanwhile, Cale let them be as he went out of their bedroom.

He let out another sigh as he did. Behind him was Choi Han struggling to suppress a smile, wait no a laugh.

“What’s up with you?”

“No, it’s just that Cale-nim you and _____-nim are really similar.”

Choi Han added after seeing Cale glare at him.

“Sometimes that’s how your plans look to us.”

“Haaa”

Cale couldn’t help but notice how his acting like his sworn brother right now.

‘Is this how the crown prince feels about me?’

Not just the crown prince but everyone else as well.

‘Was this why team leader-nim and Choi Jung Soo insisted that I should farm with them even after retirement?’

There was no way, right?

‘There’s no way me and _____ are similar. I’m not self-sacrificial like that. I always make sure that I will live.’

Right?

Looks like he finally got all my warnings.

Cale ignored Super Rock’s voice.

But still, he can’t deny that he caused his group some headaches.

“...I will reflect on myself.”

Choi Han only nodded and smiled at the dazed young master.

Meanwhile, Cale’s mind is a bit chaotic right now.

‘Did my karma come in the form of my significant other?’

There’s no way that’s the case… right?

Right???

[luvfy0dor]

"We're gonna be timeless !!" ♡⁠˖ BSD x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Fyodor Dostoevsky, Chuuya Nakahara, Nikolai Gogol

Warning; Spoilers for mersault arc/Fyodors means of communication in his part, soft!Fyodor bc I am goin thru it, relationship intolerance, Nikolais bit isn't in exact correlation w/ the song

Description; Drabbles inspired by Timeless by Taylor Swift

A/N; Writing this while trying to figure out what to do for another fic help I'm so nervous the person isn't gonna like it but we ball 🫡 in Nikolais part I tried avoiding saying balls like it was the plague but yk

Love Letters w/ Fyodor Dostoevsky

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “I would've read your love letters every single night, and prayed to God you'd be comin' home alright”

• His love letters are romantic and very detailed, making sure he conveys exactly how much he misses you. He likes to write you short poems, understanding how much your heart swoons at the sweet and romantic words.

• Fyodor writes to you while he's in Yokohama, telling you how his plans are going and his estimated time of arrival at home. He continues this habit, even when in Mersault. He sends letters to you via the manipulated vampire guards, instructing them to take great care of the thin envelopes.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Your heart beats quickly as you made your way to your mailbox to check for a letter from your lover; already prepared for the slight sadness you'd experience should the small compartment be void of a note, yet still excited for the possibility of receiving one.

You excitedly open the door to the mailbox, grabbing the numerous envelopes that filled it. Sifting through them, you start to loose hope before your eyes land on the slightly sloppy handwriting of your boyfriend. You drop the various other things on the table, including bills and junk mail in order to pry open the letter excitedly. You make sure to do it carefully though as not to rip anything.

Once you've successfully separated the paper from the envelope, you lay down on the couch on your front while giggling excitedly. You unfold the paper and start to read the comforting and familiar handwriting, feeling as though this letter was a warm and sweet hug from the Russian man.

“My dearest, Y/N,

I know I restate the same thoughts in every letter I send to you, but I truly miss you more than anything in the outside world, including my freedom. I am perfectly fine in captivity, but it truly makes my heart ache to be without my love for so long. I hope you are doing well and holding up without me, not because I doubt your individuality, but I know just how much you miss me. It is the same way for me in this prison. Even with Dazais company, my heart doesn't feel nearly as full as it does when you are around, my dear. However, when our plan succeeds, we will get the happily ever after we deserve. As for our plans, they are going as intended currently.

I cannot wait to embrace you again and to feel the reassuring sensation of your breathing against my skin and feel your arms wrapped around me so tightly and lovingly. Though I would have went about my plans regardless of your support or not, I still appreciate you staying and supporting this, although I can only imagine it has caused you much stress. No worries though, my dear, we will prevail in the end no matter the obstacles. In the meantime, here is an excerpt from a poem I memorized many years ago, I feel it may catch your interest and reassure you a bit.

Wait for me, and I’ll be back,

Disregard the fate,

In the morning with my bag,

Should you only wait.

They will hardly understand,

How I could survive.

Waiting me from foreign land,

You have saved my life.

Let them say that it’s too late.

What you feeling tells?

I’ll be back, because you wait

Like nobody else.

Again, I miss you dearly. Just in case I needed to rephrase it, my heart will not rest until you are back in my presence, for I feel our souls are intertwined. I cannot wait to reunite with with you, my love. I will see you soon.

Sincerely, Fyodor Dostoevsky”

Your heart couldn't help but flutter as you held the letter to your chest, having rolled over onto your back. Your face is warm with blush as you smile and laugh. It was beyond you how Fyodor could remember all of the information he knew, as well as numerous languages and poetry, but you certainly weren't complaining. After all, your boyfriends sweet sayings made your day every time without fail. With every letter he sent, you only became more impatient for his return.

Eloping w/ Chuuya Nakahara

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “And run away and left it all behind, you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless”

• Eloping with Chuuyas is such a fulfilling act, especially when you don't have people whispering in your ear about how dangerous it could be.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Romantic relationships with port mafia executives as an outsider or regular civilian were frowned upon in the organization, meaning if you and Chuuya were going to be together, you needed to be sneaky about it. The port mafia had connections all over the city, which really limited your options for dates, but you were both content with just lounging in each other's homes.

You loved leaning against his chest on his couch, a movie playing softly in the background as you both cuddled together. You liked cooking with him in your kitchen, making a mess together while giggling and then having to clean it up together. Every time you would just sit in his arms in your back yard, watching the wind blow the flowers and leaves around, was a memory with Chuuya that you were grateful for.

So, when your lover proposed the idea of elopement to you, you were over the moon. You had always wanted to marry him, youve know that he was your soulmate from the get go. Even in a billion lifetimes, you felt as though you would find each other repeatedly. You said yes, ofcourse, and started planning immediately.

It had gone exactly according to plan, too. The both of you wore rather nice clothing for the actual ceremony, exchanging pretty rings and slipping them on to one anothers fingers. The kiss you shared, the first one of your elopement, was like no other. It felt sweeter with emotion and certainly tasted that way, too, because of Chuuyas cherry chapstick. You held each other's hands tightly as you quickly walked out of the courthouse, getting into the car that had been packed with as many necessary belongings as possible, including but not limited to clothing, legal documents, and money.

Sure, the luxury of a port mafia salary was one that would probably be missed by the both of you, allowing a nicer place to stay and finer wines to drink, but you could live with Chuuya in a rundown shack for all he cared. As long as he was with you, he would be perfectly happy. Chuuya is a romantic at heart under his tougher exterior, only letting bits and pieces of that romanticism slip through the cracks.

Chuuya drove with you down long and winding roads, the both of you deciding to end the day by stargazing while sitting on the trunk of the car. You sat on Chuuyas lap, his face pressed against your back. He drew soft shapes on any part of skin within his reach, even tracing out letters and words, spelling terms of endearment such as "my love".

"You know, I don't doubt one bit that mafia affiliates could be lurkin' around here, but it's much less likely. Something like this would be frowned upon real hard back home, which is why I feel I will never regret this decision." He says, speaking straight from his heart, not caring about vulnerability anymore. He had you, and you would be the very last person to take advantage of such a delicate thing.

A grin tugs at the corner of your lips with enough force to change your facial expression immediately. You leaned back into his touch, your hand caressing his that sat against your abdomen, hugging you closer to him. "I won't ever regret it either. I'll never regret any decision I make for you, my love." You softly murmur, looking up at the stars in the beautiful, blue night sky. The blue night sky filled with glamorous and shiny stars, yet they could never compare to the shimmery glint in Chuuyas eyes every time he came around you. The blue night sky that provided a calming darkness in the world, allowing you to further relax against your, now husband's, body.

"I'll always love you, darlin', I'm so happy I can openly have you now." He speaks quietly against your shoulder, almost whispering. You reach your hand back to gently touch his hair a bit. "Me too, my love. Me too."

Crowded Streets w/ Nikolai Gogol

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “In another life, you still would've turned my head, even if we met on a crowded street in 1944”

• Should you meet Nikolai during one of his street performances and accidentally fall victim to his juggling skills (or lack there of) , he would look forward to seeing you around the town and in the streets again to make up for his fumble with an entertaining mini-show.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Walking through the busy streets, your eyes fell upon a tall man, dressed as a jester while standing on the sidewalk. "A street performer." You simply thought, trying to discreetly glance at him without making eye contact and avoid the make believe obligation to give him money. You noticed that he was juggling, tossing three red balls in the rotational pattern while blabbering on about random things to passersby.

You lowered your head as to not look at him or make eye contact as you started to pass him, before you're head jerks right back up at the loud man's voice saying "watch out!". Right in front of your face was one of the red, foam spheres, kept motionless between two bony, lanky fingers covered in the cloth of the mans red gloves.

"Aw, I'm real sorry, darlin'! That sure was close, wasn't it?" He says, his bright, toothy grin glimmering in the sunlight. You nod, inhaling and steadying your heart rate.

"Yeah, no worries though, it didn't actually hit me." You say, a bit embarrassed by the situation for seemingly no reason. He slinks backwards into a completely upright position. "I wouldn't have let it hit you regardless, sweet cheeks." He says as he creates a portal and tosses his props into the yellow opening. He rests his fingers on his chin while examining you. "You've got quite a lovely complexion! You must be quite popular when it comes to romantic affairs, I'm sure of it." He compliments. The other people bustling by make you topple a bit as their shoulders bump into yours. Nikolai gently grabs your hand and leads you away from the crowd into a more spacious area.

"You're quite handsome if I do say so myself. Especially that scar." You say, pointing at the healed wound. He smiles. "Well thank you, how sweet is that." He excitedly beams. He removes his hat from his head and slightly bows towards you. "I have yet to formally introduce myself, I am Nikolai Gogol." He says, adjusting his posture yet again to be standing straight up. You smile. "Hello, Nikolai. My name is Y/n." You smile with your arms crossed in front of your chest.

"Well then, Y/n, can I ask you if you enjoy quizzes?" He asks, his head tilted, gravity dragging the long braid along with his movements. You furrow your eyebrows a little. "I'm not too fond of the academic ones, if I'm being honest. Silly ones I don't mind." You say with a small shrug of your shoulders. He laughs.

"Perfect! Let me quiz you then, Y/n." He takes your hands in his excitedly. "Are you aware of the difference between a jester and a clown?" He says, his face about the length of a outstretched palms thumb to pinky tip away from yours. You think for a moment before speaking. "Clowns follow a routine, whereas jesters are more spontaneous and satirical, no?" You say, gazing into his eyes, surprising yourself with your eagerness to hear words of confirmation or denial slip from between his crimson painted lips. He pulls back and claps a bit.

"That's right! Marvelous! How smart you are." He says, removing his hat and placing it on top of your head. "Not many people get that right, you know? Many peoples first answer revolves around a jester being a part of a royal court, but that is simply not their differentiating characteristic." He says, patting your shoulder with a grin. You keep eye contact for a couple of seconds before he erupts into a fit of snickers.

"I'm around this area often during the week. You should come see me, I can promise to give you the very best show I can muster." He grins and with that, he is gone through a portal. He has left you there, a bit flustered as you held onto the hat tightly. You suppressed the excitement in your heart before sneaking out into the crowded pathways once again. Maybe you would take him up on that.

[cupoftaae]

I am once again begging for your donations of a fluffy smut :P

I LOVE FLUFFY SMUT thanks anon, you are a real one

Warnings- smut: oral (f receiving), fingering. (dni if ur under 18...im looking at YOU) this is kinda cute, they are so lovable and that deserves a warning imo

I hope you enjoy!

Mariposa- KTH drabble

“Hurry up!!” You giggled as Tae ran down the sidewalk with you, hands entwined as the rain fell hard from the sky. “Why did we think it was gonna be a good idea to go out before a storm?” You shout, laughing as you caught your breath once you reached the front door of taehyungs apartment.

“Hey, that picnic was worth it” he frowned, putting the key in and pulling you inside. “It was” you whispered to yourself as you stepped into the dark apartment, feeling cold once the AC hit you.

It was you and Taehyungs 1 year anniversary of dating, and you both had been so busy with work earlier this morning, so you promised that you would find something cute to do, and he suggested a small picnic in the park.

How could you say no to that?

“Come on baby” he smiled and led you upstairs to help you get into more dry clothing. you walked into his room and turned the light on, greeting the tiny dog that excitedly approached you.

"here" he handed you a tshirt and shorts

"thank you, can I shower quickly?" you asked, taking the clothes

"mhm" tae smiled, collapsing onto the bed and cuddling with tannie as you went into his bathroom to shower and wash up.

-

you wiped off all your makeup and began to apply facial cream, hair still tied up in a towl. "how long are you gonna be?" tae whined, feeling tired.

you peaked out to the room, he was still sitting on the bed watching tv. "be patient, beauty is pain" you teased

he groaned and looked over at you

"why do you care? something planned?" you ask, eyebrow raised.

he smiled and shook his head shyly, "no.."

"then be patient"

and he was, (reluctantly), for the next 20 or so minuets. You finally came out with blowdried hair and lotioned skin, collapsing onto the bed with him.

"you smell good" he whispered and pulled you closer to him, making you giggle. "thank you, I try"

tannie jumped onto the bed and cuddled up with you before taehyung picked him up gently and began to walk towards the door, making you sit up. "why are you taking our baby?

He laughed and placed him out in the hall, closing the door behind him before coming back to you. "because..."

"because..?" you tease

he shrugged, gently pressing kisses to your jaw once he was on the bed

"oh I see" you blushed, poking him jokingly. "I thought you didnt have anything planned hm?"

"well its true, I dont plan it." he smiled, gently moving to hover you "but you look so good, and i'm only a man"

you laughed and looked up at your boyfriend before your lips finally met, both of you humming in unison. "thank you for a good night, my love" you mumbled between kisses. "dont thank me yet" he spoke, his hand coming under your shirt to rest atop your braless chest. Your face grew red, something taehyung didnt fail to notice.

He took pride in knowing that after a year of being together, he could still make you shy like this.

"tae...." you whine, his hand gently squeezing your breast as his lips attack your neck, making sure to leave evidence. "what baby? tell me what you need" he whispered, teeth sinking into your most sensitive spot, making you moan.

you couldnt even respond, mind going completely blank as your boyfriend sat back to look at you. "hm?" he hummed

"I dont know" you whispered, giggling.

"thats alright" he smiled, laughing a little. "is it ok if I eat you out?" he asked casually, making you cover your face and smile like a teenager.

"yeah..." you mumbled feeling his hands trace along the hem of your shorts, "so I can take these off?" he asked, making sure you were ok.

"yes, you can, im sorry im just ..." you jokingly squeal as he laughed again. "dont be embarrassed baby, youre beautiful and I love you" he spoke, making you smile brightly.

"ok, I love you too" you brought his head down so you could peck his lips, "you can continue" you added, making him chuckled. "yes ma'am"

His fingers gently hooked onto your shorts and underwear, sliding them down yours legs and tossing them off to the side, exposing your bare center.

You shivered as you felt the cold air against you, taking a deep breath once tae leaned forward to press a kiss to your lower stomach, going slow before reaching the top of your cunt, stopping. Your thigh was gently hoisted so it was over taes shoulder as he now sat at the end of the bed on his knees. "you good?" he checked back in, looking at you

"im good" you reply, feeling his lips kiss along your inner thigh, wishing he would just get to where you need him already. "youre so wet" he couldnt help but exhale a laugh, his finger coming to swipe between your folds slowly, collecting the slick. Your breath hitches at the contact, about to tell him to stop the teasing before he suddenly attaches him mouth to your clit.

"oh" your hand clutches the blanket next to you as his tongue starts with small tight circles, making you moan. Tae felt like he was in cloud 9, you smelt so good and to him, there was no better way of showing how much he loved you than with his mouth.

He pressed small kisses along your pussy before flatly pushing his tongue back against your bundle of nerves, making you arch your back. "mhmmm, so good" you whine "more, please" you whisper faintly.

he pulled away suddenly, making you lift your head, "be patient, baby" he teased, mocking your words from earlier. "so beautiful, and all for me" he whispered, more to himself as his 2 fingers traced along your labia gently. "tae...please" you try pleading again, throwing your head back in pleasure the minuet his dips his two fingers into your cunt. "ah, fuck" you moved your hand to cup one of your breasts, squeezing it as the other hand reached down to hold your thigh.

he began to pump his fingers, pushing them in quickly and retracting slowly. "you ok?"

"mmmm" you moaned, pushing your hips against his hand

"i'll take that as a yes" he smiled, beginning to curl his fingers once they were deeper into you, pushing against your front wall. You gasped loudly, knowing that it wasnt hard for tae to find your g-spot with his long ass fingers.

"fuck, fuck, fuck" you were almost embarrassed at how fast your orgasm began to build, sweat forming along your body as tae's fingers continued to press against your sweet spot.

Tae knew you were close, moving forward to return his tongue to your clit, flicking it lightly as his hand never stopped pumping into you.

Your hand flew to his hair, gripping tightly as you pushed your hips up in pleasure, the tightness in your abdomen growing quickly.

"Tae I-, ahh, Im gonna cum" you mumbled, fully aware you were a moaning mess. "let go, sweetheart, cum on my fingers, you can do it"

he quickened his pace, all thoughts completely going blank as your orgasm finally hit, washing over you wave after wave. You covered your mouth as you moaned loudly, arching your back and rocking your hips against his face. You were practically seeing stars, feeling tae's hand gently pull out of you. "good job, baby, did that feel good?" he asks, moving up to your face and kissing you.

once you caught your breath, you nodded, smiling. "yeah...it did" you giggled, kissing him in return as he gently laid on you.

"happy anniversary, my love"

"happy anniversary my sweet girl"

[kivaember]

im sleepy from work so im just like. gonna write a cute little coffee shop au drabble of rusty teaching 621 to ride a bicycle ok

Raven was rarely self-conscious. It wasn't because he lacked any sense of shame or awareness, but because Walter and the Hounds had taught him early on that it was pointless to stress over the opinions of complete strangers. It was a liberating mindset to have, and he stuck by it religiously.

However...

"It's alright, buddy, I'm here. I won't let you fall."

...it seemed there were some things that still got him flustered.

Raven fought down the flush he could feel scorching his cheeks, painfully aware of Rusty's hand against his own. It was a bright summer's day, which brought with it a sticky heat that made Raven horribly aware of how hot and sweaty he was - how hot and sweaty his hand was.

But that wasn't what was flustering him. Around him people ambled past, enjoying their time at the sprawling public park while the weather was good, not paying much attention to Raven, awkwardly perched on a bicycle, and Rusty, who was gently keeping him upright by holding onto the handlebars.

"Just try cycling slowly, and get your balance," Rusty said, either politely ignoring or oblivious to Raven trying not to spontaneously combust. "Once you've got your rhythm, I'll let go, alright?"

Raven nodded stiffly, and cautiously he lifted his foot from where it was braced on the cycle path, immediately keeping the bicycle try to pitch to the side. He made a small noise - startled - but Rusty tightened his grip on the handlebars, easily keeping him upright through pure strength alone.

"I've got you," Rusty murmured.

Argh.

Raven couldn't really pinpoint what was getting him so hot and bothered and self-conscious about this whole scenario. He'd been intrigued when Rusty floated the idea of teaching him to ride a bike - so that they could go on bike rides together sometime - but now that he was sitting on said bike, in public, with Rusty murmuring gently at him, hand over his... he felt like he was going to explode, his stomach a nest for carnivorous butterflies.

What a novel experience, he couldn't help but muse, I hate it.

But he tried to power through it. He started to pedal, awkwardly, and the bike moved forwards at a snail's pace. Rusty walked alongside, keeping him steady, and the bike gradually picked up speed.

"You're doing just fine, buddy," Rusty said. "See? Not even a wobble this time. I'm gonna let go in a sec, okay?"

Raven nodded stiffly, horribly aware that his face was likely bright red, and his heart leapt in his chest when Rusty let go as he warned, taking away that steady support.

The effect was immediate: his bike wobbled, and Raven sharply turned the handlebars to counteract - only to feel himself start to pitch, so frantically turned them the other way-!

"Whoa, whoa-!" Rusty hurriedly grasped onto the handlebars, stopping him from colliding right into a lamppost and steering him back down the path. "That was close...!"

Raven groaned quietly, and lowered his foot onto the ground, stopping the bike.

{I'm too bad at this,} he signed.

Rusty laughed. "Everyone's bad when they first start."

Logically, Raven knew that, but illogically he still felt self-conscious and embarrassed. He wasn't sure why... it wasn't that he was embarrassed about struggling to ride a bike in public, he didn't care what people thought when looking on-

Oh.

Raven looked at Rusty, realisation dawning. No, he wasn't embarrassed about struggling in public, but in front of Rusty...

Since they'd met, Raven had excelled in most things they did together. Building model kits, fighting in the AC arena, playing video games... Raven lost in their little competitions, but he never failed. Even that disastrous hiking attempt they'd tried, Raven hadn't felt all that embarrassed about it because it had been a health issue - even if he did feel guilty about ruining Rusty's plans.

This was different. This was him humiliating himself over a simple activity that children as young as five could achieve. This wasn't the first time he'd almost crashed, or fallen over, or whatever. They'd been at this all morning, and he still couldn't cycle more than a handful of seconds by himself before pitching or swerving wildly.

His shoulders slumped slightly. Rusty had been pretty excited about the idea of them cycling together too...

{I'm really bad,} he signed, not bothering to hide his despondancy. {I'm taking too long to learn, I'm sorry.}

Rusty didn't immediately say anything, and Raven avoided making eye contact. After a pause, Rusty sighed quietly and rested a hand atop of his head, his fingers gently running through Raven's hair.

"Hey, it's alright. This is just the first lesson, so it's not like I'm expecting you to be a cycling master after a few hours," he said gently. "But... if it's stressing you out, we can just leave it here. I don't want you to force yourself if you're not enjoying it, Raven."

Ugh, that wasn't what Raven meant! Rusty was always making compromises for him like this... just once, Raven wanted to compromise for him!

Raven ducked his head out from under Rusty's hand, and when his boyfriend made a puzzled noise, pushed off the ground and started cycling hard.

"Ah-!? Raven-!??"

No more hesitating. No more moping. He was going to become a good cyclist, no matter how clumsy or bad at steering he was! He was going to catch up to Rusty-!

"Raven! Wait, wait, wait! You're going off the path- RAVEN! THE POND-!"

-

One unintentional pond dive and a broken bike wheel later, it was mutually agreed that maybe they should've started with training wheels...

[ronpatrash]

Genfic rec time! It's long and there will be spoilers for the game in some fics, so I'm gonna put this behind a read more.

SaiMomoHaru (platonic/romantic):

Translating (Your Love Language) by Goth-Bias (series of drabbles, T rated)

Chapter 1 is saimomoharu and it's short and sweet. Shuichi hears Maki and Kaito having a little love confession and thinks he's excluded from it. A small crisis ensures. There's also an angsty post-game saimaki ficlet in chapter 4! :') it is so painful yet so good.

fragments of those memories are scratching at my nerves by pseudocordelia (~6k words, T rated)

Post-game fic! Everyone is alive/killing game was a VR. Maki breaks into Shuichi's house to tell him that she remembers everything, and has found Kaito. Shuichi follows her to see him. It's simple and short but every chapter moved me :')

Grassblades by munchyleaf (~2k words, T rated)

This felt like a missing scene from the game itself, which I hope is telling enough that I would like more people to read it! Takes place sometime after Maki gets invited to train with Kaito and Shuichi too, and Kaito skips training, so Shuichi gets time to process his trauma along with Maki. I'm not finding many fics of just the two of them interacting, so this was really nice :)

Stargazing by ToxicPineapple (~3.3k words, G rated)

The trio lay down after a workout and talk about stars. Everyone is written perfectly in character here, it's incredibly immersive and feels like an event that is missing from the game too!!!

As If it Couldn't Touch You by lesbianexalt

always halfway somewhere, but never quite all there by lesbianexalt

This author is so underrated!!!! Please go read these, they really get that maki and kaito and shuichi are all a throuple and that they get through their inner problems as a group, together. It's beautiful.

Do I Dance Inside Your Head? by an orphaned account (~1k words, I'd put this as T rated personally. there's no rating warning, but there is one mention of Shuichi waking from a wet dream)

at some point last year, i said i wanted to see a fic where maki and kaito get together first and then shuichi gets sad about it, and THIS IS THAT FIC. It's a little fast paced, but for the exact dynamic i want alone this goes in my recs.

Good News for All You Murder Fans by Inkyrius (~800 words, G rated)

The trio are on a date, and their date gets interrupted by a dead body in the middle of a park. I love this short fic a lot because the author really nails their dynamic!

Stargazing by ToxicPineapple (~3.3k words, G rated)

The trio lay down after a workout and talk about stars. Everyone is written perfectly in character here, it's incredibly immersive and feels like an event that is missing from the game!!!

Cosmicpoet is still my favourite saimomoharu go-to for writing like, 11 fics of them, many of which deal with post-game/in-game angst with the right amount of gravity, but some of which are much lighter in tone. In some of their saimomoharu fic they also directly acknowledge the trio as lovers, which I adore. Here's my favourites:

the world's still spinning around, we don't know why (~3k words, T rated) (TW for attempted suicide)

Shuichi attempts suicide and deals with the fallout of it. It's heavy, and also shows Kaito and Maki coping with the trauma of the killing game with alcoholism and gambling. But they all try together. Ends on a small hopeful note.

i had all and then most of you, some and now none of you (~1.5k words, G rated) (there's some mild talk of suicide in here too)

Post-game, killing game was a VR au. They all get matching tattoos on a sleepless night. While it's in a heavy tone, they all try to find comfort in each other in dark times, which I like.

this year (~1k words, G rated)

God this was so cute. Kaito plans some nice gifts for both Maki and Shuichi. I won't spoil any more just please know that I adore it.

friday night dinner (~1k words, G rated)

I'm rec-ing this for the line "mere fractions in the equation of the love that they have for each other" alone, which sold me even more on this cute fluffy platonic dinner get-together.

TheBrightSilverLining has written a whole series for training trio week, and I adore all of them so much! I can't just pick one to recommend from this series, so here's two:

How to Survive a Fifteen Hour Plane Ride (~3.3k words, T rated)

Like the title says, the trio are on a plane ride together to Novoselic, and as someone who's had to endure longer plane rides this was all too relatable. Their dynamic as friends is written so well here and it's hilarious and heart warming. This fic is a good time!

Pictures on the Wall (~3.6k words, T rated)

This fic is a canon divergent AU and full angst. Made my heart ache in the best way it could :> I wont say any more aside from the fact that this was super intriguing from start to finish, and I will 100% read it again for the roller coaster of emotions

In Black and White by Riona (~1.2 k words, G rated)

Less saimomoharu and more saimota + momoharu, this is also a short read. Post-game, closer to canon-compliant. Shuichi reads Team Danganronpa's production notes about his fictionalized profile, and talks to Maki a bit about it.

SaiMota:

Close Your Eyes by Riona (~2.1 k words, T rated)

More of a Shuichi/Everyone, but with an overarching one-sided saimota, this fic resembles a little more like a collection of thoughts about the ethics of the love hotel sequences. There's a funny section in there where Kokichi has a little talk with Shuichi about the heart keys.

Midnight, The Stars and You by ultimate_heartache (~8k words, T rated)

Kaito invites Shuichi out for a road trip, and gay shenanigans ensure :D this author has written a lot of saiouma fics too if anyone's interested, I love his prose-like writing style!

Relieved by ToxicPineapple (~3.2k words, T rated)

Caught me off guard!! I knew I would be reading angst, but it comes with a nice comfort near the end. Definitely gave some nice closure for post-game saimota

Shout to the Stars by DoomedTemperament (~1k words, G rated)

This was so cute??? Please read it, it gave me joy.

comparison kills by joeri (~15k words, T rated)

Trans Kaito and trans Shuichi, what's not to love! It follows mostly Kaito's point of view as he struggles to navigate his internalized homophobia while also being a trans man. The author's done good research in making it feel like it's set in Japan.

[btsgotjams27]

All Grown Up ~ JJK | Jin POV

✨ title: all grown up | series ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨rating: R/18+ ~ minors dni ✨ genre/au: romance, fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers, humor, banter, smut, age gap, best friends little brother ✨ summary: A family reunion brings back the young boy you grew up with. Though he wasn’t the doe-eyed boy you once knew, he stood in front of you all grown up. ✨ a/n: I won’t be updating this series on Tumblr. Please continue this series on AO3 or Wattpad. Links below. This fic is inspired by the k-drama, Something in the Rain → a/n 2: okay, so i do plan on editing the rest of this series! i just don’t know when it’ll be done. ✨ a/n 3: omfg. i’m finally done editing this fic?? it’s literally taken me a whole year bc i’ve been lazy/busy lmfao. welp, we’re finally here! and there will be a small drabble and jin pov i’ll be posting soon!

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] prev | sequel ✨ this is us

✨ drabble ~ Jin POV (Open Mic Night) | wc: 810 ✨ warnings: alcohol consumption

"Jungkook-ah, why are you so dressed up tonight? Is there someone you're trying to impress?" Jin teased while nursing his second beer of the night. He only came to support his friend because he had nothing else to do.

"What? I can't look nice?" Jungkook pouted, adjusting his belt, taking one more look in the mirror behind the bar counter. He tucked a strand behind his ear and didn't like it, so he ruffled his hair, causing his fringe to fall. Jungkook adjusted it until it was to his liking.

"Yah–yah–you look great," Jin swatted at Jungkook's hand.

"I feel like I'm gonna throw up."

Jin didn't understand why Jungkook was getting so worked up. He'd done this a million times now.

"I'm gonna–" Jungkook stopped mid-sentence to let out a small burp, trying to hold his nerves down as best as he could. "Go use the restroom. Come get me if they call my name." He quickly ran off, covering his mouth - he knew he shouldn't have had that beer from earlier.

Jin laughed at the younger man and shook his head, wondering what his deal was tonight. But he shrugged it off. Maybe it was just nerves.

A faint buzz began noisily vibrating next to Jin's beer glass. He peered to see Namjoon's name lighting up his phone screen. He took one last gulp of his beer before answering the call outside.

"Hello? Namjoon?"

Hey man, sorry to bug you so late. Yuna wants to know if you're available to try on suits this weekend for the wedding.

"Yeah, lemme check my calendar real quick." He pulled the phone away, opening up his calendar. But something else caught his attention. He stopped to glance at the person getting out of the taxi.

She was dressed in a chic, sophisticated manner. He appreciated when a woman took care of their appearance - not that they needed to, but he thought it enhanced their appearance even more.

She looked a bit lost, unsure of where she was. The woman took her phone out. It lit up her face as she scrolled through it. She stared at the bar's sign before confirming that she was in the correct place and walked into the bar.

It took a moment for Jin to realize Namjoon was still on the phone, waiting for an answer. "Oh–shit–" he uttered before taking a glimpse at his calendar. "Uh, Namjoon? Sorry, I got distracted for a moment. Yeah, yeah, I'm free."

Cool. Thanks. I'll text you tomorrow about what time and where.

Jin hung up, stuffing his phone in his pocket, heading back into the bar. Surprisingly, there was a crowd on a Thursday night. Maybe it was the open mic night that drew people in. His eyes wandered amongst the parade of people, curious to see if he'd find the girl that got out of the cab. He looked for another minute before spotting you at the bar counter.

He held his head high, straightening his vest as he walked to the empty chair next to you. The bartender just handed you your drink when he asked if the seat was taken. Jin was unsure if you had heard him, so he asked again before you answered him.

He found you odd and endearing as your mouth stayed agape in his presence. He did tend to have that effect on women and men.

The light-hearted conversation with you made him smile. He even wondered if he'd have a chance if he asked you out.

But alas, when you mentioned Jungkook's name, he put two and two together and knew nothing further would come of his little idea. If you were the Noona Jungkook was pining over, then he'd have no chance with you.

bonus POV: Jin receives Yuna's text after dinner

Yuna 8:32 PM You have a date with my best friend this weekend.

Jin 8:35 PM I do?

He was sure that you and Jungkook went home together after open mic night, at least, that's what he assumed. The way Jungkook was looking at you and the outfit you were wearing, there's no way he didn't try to make a move on you. Jin definitely would have.

Yuna 8:37 PM She's a catch. You'll love her. I can't believe you guys haven't met yet.

Jin guessed that you hadn't mentioned your late-night outing to open mic night with him and Jungkook, so he didn't want to out your shenanigans with her little brother.

Jin 8:39 PM Wish I could go on that date Yuna, but I'm already seeing someone.

Yuna 9:00 PM 😭 You're kidding me, right? Why haven't you told me?! Ugh, it's fine.

I'll break the news to her. She's going to be devastated.

Jin chuckled at Yuna's text. He was sure that you were not going to be devastated at all. 

✨ previous ~ drabble - netflix and... ✨ next ~ sequel - this is us

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can u answer all of them????

omg! i wasn't expecting this but happily! thank you!!!

When did you start writing? How?

. mmm i think it was about 2018? around that time i started trying my hand with writing small drabbles for this au on here

2. Has your writing changed over time?

. it has!!! incredibly so! especially lately since i've started writing for the tw fandom. though i still have a long way to go TT

3. Do you read your own fics?

. mmmm depends? i mostly do to see what's going on and if it's making any sense. rarely just for the sake of it

4. Do you write every day? If so, do you have daily goals?

. i have taken a break from writing regularly the past couple months. but before that? especially since i was in this twt fix exchange, i wrote a minimum of 2/3k words per day, 5k on my free days TT i kind of miss those times.

5. Do you plan? Or do you “wing it”?

. winging it gives me incredible amounts of anxiety. so yeah. i totally plan plan plan until i can find no hole anymore. chances are there will be some anyway but at least i can fool myself

6. If you plan, what does your planning process look like?

. mostly i go with an idea, that's often just a scene or short dialogue and then i try see how everyone got to that place. and from there i fill in all the holes that inevitable form. i don't stop planning/start writing until all my own nagging questions are answered. if i end up stuck, i drop the idea :') i'm kind of a perfectionist so... couldn't do otherwise TT

7. How would you describe your writing style?

. oh uh... idk??????

8. Have any comments/tags/responses on a fic of yours ever made you laugh, cry or both?

. mmm laugh yes, quite some, actually. and i'm so thankful for them? funny comments are just such a balm to the soul sometimes

9. Have you ever made yourself laugh with something you’ve written?

. omg yes TT but i can have quite some very dark humor so i'm not gonna expose myself and say what did the trick TT

10. How many unfinished works are in your drafts?

oh good god. i know for sure it must be about 30, afraid to check the actual number though TT and that would be without counting the scribbled away ideas i have collected in my notes (20 last i checked) and docs TT

11. Do you write for yourself, or for the readers?

. thankfully, i started to mostly write for myself. or rather, i write what i want and hope people will like it, but either way i know my story won't be molded by others' likings and wants. so that's a good enough compromise/achievement imo

12. Do you feel pressured to write some days?

. i used to. especially when writing for my previous fandom cause of all the pressure to update. but now? here? not really, it'a all so chill and nice i can take it slow

13. Multichapter fics or one shots?

. admitting most of my works start as one shots, i can't do one shots. once i go past the 20k mark ik i'm screwed. but! sometimes i make them 30k-isk one shots and say fuck it overwhelming lengths :')

14. Do you take requests?

. would love to! but anxiety and low self-esteem don't really work in my favour here

15. Angst or fluff?

. angst! tho i'm never sure how much of what i write actually is angst? let's say it feels more something like hurt/comfort

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Demon check-up day part 2||

Hi everyone, Peahen mom here with another drabble. This is part 2 from the first one. If you wish to read it, it's right here. If you wanna see where this goes just go ahead and read the first one. Now onto the drabble.

||Drabble Summary||

Today was the annual demon fraction check-up day where Ophelia and the healers check up their fractions together. However, she has a guest helping out to show it was the scary Akiko Yosano! Hearing this, everyone was now hiding from her and her 'new helpers' to heal everyone. Will they get away from the mad healer or be caught? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~This is half funny/scary type of drabble

~crying/freaking out is present in drabble

~scared demons are present in this with a crazy happy doctor

~quick death and revival will happen during this drabble

((Guests in this drabble))

Yuuka Nakano, Ashley Butterfly, Rex oxford mills, Willow, and Jinx along with their fractions belong to me.

Van ink, Kali, Joshua, Fin, Ethan, Guam along with their fractions are in this. They belong to @demon-blood-youths

((Just a heads up: Grammar is not good and their will be heavy mistakes but this was written for fun so please enjoy. ))

In the main hall of the hospital, the fractions of NYC were running away trying to get out of this place and away from the crazy doctor that was going to do their check up. However, they get to the front doors and tries to open them but saw they wouldn't budge.

"Uhhh guys? We can leave now. Please open the door!" Fosh said to Ethan and Rex who was trying to open the door but it wouldn't budge.

"We would like to do that Fosh but the doors are bolted shut! We can't get out!" Rex said as the fractions was shocked.

"What do you mean bolted shut!?" Kali said. "Here, let me do it!" she goes to start trying to cut the door down but she saw small sparks to signal no luck. The doors were made of a strong material that not even her weapons can cut through.

"The fuck?!"

"How about the windows! We can get out from there right?" Navarro said seeing T-bone going to try opening one but it wouldn't budge.

"No! Their bolted shut too!" he said now everyone was really confused but the DBT knew. Akiko and Ophelia planned this! This was just to insure no one could escape till they got their check up.

"How in the world did everything get bolted down! We thought everything was open when showing up here!" Bernard shouted now trying to open the door with Fin's help but no luck.

"They were but someone must have bolted everything so we don't get out."

"What do we do, what do we do, oh what are we gonna do!?!?" Yuu said panicking that Oblivon was trying to calm her down even if she was terrified deep down herself.

"Look! Can you guys just please explain what is happening here! Why are you guys so scared of this doctor! Is she that bad?" Light asked wit ha sweatdrop but the DBT said nothing not wanting to remember and Yuu now crying hugging Oblivion who still was trying to calm her down.

"...Lets just say....it was hard to sleep for the last few nights after we were..ahem, healed." Hellmare said in a silent tone that even got the others nervous. She never speaks that quiet before and she's always a calm collected person.

"..I..I'm scared to ask but..just what is s.so scary about her?" Ashley asked.

"...You all really wanna know?" Shdwkyz saw everyone listening that he sighed. "Well, she.....she has the ability or gift called Thou shall not die. It allows her to heal any injury with no problem. Most say it's a very rare gift." He started to say.

"T...that's rare?" Ashley asked seeing him nod.

"Yes. With this, she can heal all kinds of physical external injuries or any kind for herself and others with the one condition.."

"And that is?" Ahmed asked with arms crossed.

"That they must have near fatal injuries. Therefore, in order for her ability to be used, the target must be injured enough to be half-dead."he said seeing everyone look nervous.

"Hold up, back it up a second. You mean in order for this gift to work we have to be half dead? Or to say in short if we were not.." Fin started to say but now everyone looked pale.

"She would have to injure us to use it." Maggie said now everyone was worried.

"That's insane though! Theirs no way!" Guam said.

"But it's true! We went through it! Why else do you think we freaked out!?" Fosh cries seeing everyone quiet. That was not true right?! Sure, they went through a lot back in Yokohoma but that was a bit much.

"...No way, that can't be true. I mean, I understand you guys do things where we noticed but theirs no way that's true." Kali said but before they could answer, the DBT Tense up to look behind the others.

"..What?" Kali asked to turn seeing Ophelia happy to see them.

"So that's where you guys were. Come on now, do we have to do this again?" she asked.

"L..Listen Ophelia, I know Dr. Akiko helped and taught you many things..and who knows what you taught the others but can't we skip this check up? Please...I don't think we are mentally ready for this again!" Navarro said but saw her shaking her head.

"You guys know I can't do that. You all have to be checked on..so please don't make this hard on yourselves. So if you would just come with me." she said smiling.

"T..t..then what about the younger members? Would you let them go through this too!" Breezy asked but Ophelia smiled.

"No. They were already checked and were excused."

"WHAT!?!?"

"THAT'S NOT FAIR!!" Navarro shouted.

"So, Gerald, Timmy, Ping, Taz, and Alex are excused and can wait in the small break room down the hall." she said as the younger teens were nervous. "But if you wish. You can help me with getting everyone." she said.

"Uhhhhh.."

"Oh no, not again! Guys don't listen to her!" Fosh said seeing the younger members quiet.

"If you do, I'll be sure your rewarded.." she smiled seeing them look but thinks.

"Hmmmmm......Okay!"

"Oh come on!!!!"

"Then can I Help with-"

"Nope. Sorry Shdwkyz, you helped the last time so I'm afraid your getting your check up this time." Ophelia saw the snake tense up twitching a little but he really didn't want to go through that again.

"Ha! Serves you right!" Navarro said to Shdwkyz who glares.

"Oh shut up.." he hissed.

"This is not happening again! Not again!" Fosh cries while Mouse tries to calm him down.

"Well, again, shall we begin or...are you guys going to make this hard again?" Ophelia said as the fractions were nervous now.

"Ummmm...do we get a say in this?" Zed asked.

"Hmm let me think.......No." Ophelia said before seeing Hex, Swan, and Jeremy show up ready to catch them but the fractions quickly runs away.

"RUN AWAY! SCATTER JUST GET AWAY FROM THEM!"

Everyone was running away but in some luck, Hex trips two that saw it was T-bone and Maggie!

"Huh?! Hey, let go Hex!" He said struggling.

"NOT AGAIN!! I DON'T WANT TO GET LEFT BEHIND AGAIN! GUYS!!!" she shouted.

"SORRY MAGGIE AND T-BONE!!" Navarro shouted as the others ran off. However the fractions ran off to see them gone leaving the two.

"Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me!? AGAIN!! DAMN IT NAVARRO!!"

"Wait, he left you alone before!?" He asked.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you later." she grumbles but the two saw Ophelia walk over to look at the two but Maggie and T-bone sweatdrop to gulp. Her glasses were hiding her eyes while she looks to them with that same cold smile.

"Well, that's two down and a few more to go. Gerald, can you please take the two to Dr. Akiko for their check up?" she asked seeing him nod as he goes to pick them up and begins carrying them away.

"NOOOOOOOO!!!! GERALD DON'T DO THIS AGAIN PLEASE!! I DON'T WANT TO GO TO HER NOOOOOOOOO!! T-T"

"COME ON LITTLE DUDE! THAT'S NOT RIGHT! LET US GO!"

"Sorry guys but at least you'll be healed!" her said hearing T-bone and Maggie screaming even worse as they got taken away. Opheila sighed but looks to Swan and Jeremy. "lets go...we still have a few to catch..You young ones please come with us." she said seeing Ping, Taz, Timmy, and Alex nod and follow her.

[soft--dragon]

Thanks Soft-

Lee!Philza my beloved-

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Anyways here’s parts of drabbles- for the next fic. Ft the Syndicate.

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Shit, Shit, Shit!

Philza had thousands of words going through his head, as he looked at the potion that was all over him, well at least what was left of it, broken shards on the floor. 

He accidentally bumped his wing into Techno’s potion stand and was currently panicking, thinking of the worst possible ideas in his head, Techno was going to kill him, or kick him out.

“Hey Phil? Are you okay?” 

Phil turned his head, noticing how Techno walked towards him, seeing the potion on the ground.

“Techno…erm…” Phil awkwardly spoke, his wing ears lowered. “I didn’t mean too…” 

“It’s alright Phil, accidents happen.” Techno smiled. “Buutttt, I’m still not gonna let you get off the hook that easily.” 

“What do you mea-Eep!” Phil giggled, as Techno poked his side, though it tickled more than normal. 

“I will give you, 10 seconds to run.” Techno warned before smirking at the confused avian. “The potion makes you more sensitive, I was planning on using it for Tommy, but you work as well, how about a little training session?” 

Phil gulped, giggling, he was feeling lee anyways. Screw it.

Phil ran as fast as possible, moving immediately over to the training room, Techno followed right behind.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Phil, it’s okay, you can laugh, I’m not going to hurt you.” Niki softly spoke continuing to rub gently, but firmly on the sensitive skin, lightly poking around his sides, earning her a squeak.

“Nihihihiki! Hehehe!” Phil squeaked, softly giggling. 

“Who’s a ticklish giggle monster! You are! Yes you are! Tktktktktktk!” Niki teased, using a free hand to tickle his right side, while her other hand rubbed firmly on his left.

“Hehehehahahaha!!!” Phil’s laughter went up an octave as he rubbed against his upper ribs. 

“Aww!” Niki squeed in joy at Phil’s titters. 

Phil flushed more, squirming around a bit to try and get away, almost escaping until- 

“And where do you think you’re going?” Niki tackled Phil down onto the floor, before Phil even could move, Niki scribbled across Phil’s stomach.

“Nihihihiki! Plehehease! Nahahat therEHEHEHE!!!” Phil let out a strangled squeal once Niki traced across the rim of his belly button, Niki smiled a bit with a giggle. 

“Awww! Is this a sensitive spot?” Niki cooed, wiggling her finger into the sensitive naval. “Boop!” 

“Eep!” Phil squeaked, before breaking into high pitch giggles. 

“Your giggles are so cute! I’ve never heard you so giggly!” 

“Shuhuhut up! Itits nahahat cuhuhute!” Phil squealed, a redder blush on his face. 

“Yes it is, it’s like your a treat! A cute adorable little treat!” Niki smiled, tracing his thighs, squeezing them carefully.

“Nihihihiki!” Phil kicked out his legs. 

~~~~~~~~~

"You're safe here Phil, giggle when you're ready, but I would love to hear it." Ranboo continued, tracing gently as possible across his neck. 

“Mmf…” Phil looked up at them, his shirt rolled up a bit, removing his hands from his mouth, a small grin on his face as he bit his lip.

"Good job Phil, you're doing great." Ranboo moved down to scribble along his sides, they smiled at the squirming in response. 

“Pfft-Hehehe-Ehehehehahaha! Hahahaha!” Phil began giggling, his ears flapping and twitching. “It-It tickles! Ehehehehe!”

"Good! I'm so glad it does" They continued smiling

“Ehehehehahaha! Rahahan! Ehehehe!” Phil squealed, his giggles going up an octave, his ears continue to flap.

"Yes Phil?~" Ranboo continued with a smirk in their voice.

“Itit reheheally-EEP!” Phil let out a squeal once Ranboo traced against his ribs.

“Tickles?~ Tickletickletickletickle" He continued up and down his ribs, sending the avian into giggles.

“OH GOHOHOHODS! HAHA! Nahahat thehe rihihibs! Ehehehehe!” Phil moved his head over, a red blush on his face and ears.

Ranboo smiled, continuing upwards, Phil’s wings flapping as he laughed. “ITIT TICKLES!” 

“Good, it’s supposed to!” Ranboo smiled, a purple glow at their fingertips, ender particles. 

Ranboo took his hands, rubbing it across Phil’s ribs, sending the avian into high pitch squeals, squirming around. 

“RAHAHAN!” Phil screamed, lost in his laughter, kicking out his legs. 

~~~~~~~

Yeah, I hope you don’t mind these in the inbox, my apologies if it’s a bit long.

Also Soft I saw you liking my little brothers Drabble for tickletober day 18 and 19- I will make a full fic based off of that ONE DAY!

Awwww, that's quite sweet the syndicate drabbles ^^ Nice stuff Bat, it's good to see your progress in writing :]

Though I'm not sure I provide much feedback when you send them in haha, I feel a bit bad I can't give much constructive criticism or thoughts of my own to your ideas. I've been struggling a bit with creative ideas as of late, but it'll hopefully pass

[lou-struck]

Beach Day

Kenma Kozume x reader

~Kenma isn't really a beach person, but he is willing to do anything for you.

This little drabble is a part of my “I Want to Getaway Event” Check it out if you want to!

The sand is hot on your bare feet as you walk along the shoreline. Lemonades in hand.

You pass colorful beach towels and umbrellas from other beachgoers on your way back to the shady spot your little group has procured.

Kuroo has been trying to get you and Kenma to come down to the beach since late spring, but Kenma isn't really an outdoorsy guy.

He prefers to spend his days off playing video games in the air-conditioned walls of his apartment. But once you got on board with the Roosterhead’s plan, he knew he had to do his duty as a Partner and accompany you to the sandy hellscape that is the beach.

You make it back to your spot only to find everyone but Kenma gone from the shade, no doubt enjoying the water off in the distance. Kenma is seated under the shade of a large palm tree, his eyes are glued to the game in his hands. upon seeing you he smiles and moves over so you can join him in his cooler spot.

"Where did the others run off to Ken Ken?" you ask your boyfriend thankful for the bit of alone time you get to spend together.

"Beach Volleyball," he says simply. pointing down to the courts not too far away from where you are sitting.

"And you didn't want to play?" you tease knowing the answer already.

"Not at all, the sand is too hot and it gets everywhere. Playing in a gym is one thing but playing volleyball on the beach sounds like a nightmare," he mumbles clutching his Switch a bit tighter.

Soothingly you place your hand atop of his and give it a light squeeze, "Don't worry Ken Ken, We can stay here and relax for as long as we want."

"You're the best y/n," he says with a smile returning his eyes to the screen as you allow yourself to relax in his presence.

~

The sun has shifted in the sky too much for your liking. You feel it slipping through the weaknesses of your shady spot and uncomfortably shining in your face.

"It’s too bright out here,” Kenma says, squinting in the sunlight. "I can barely see the screen."

"Maybe you could put it down for a bit?" you say handing him one of your cups of lemonade with a sweet smile. "I promise that your village will still be there in a few hours."

"Okay," he says, taking a sip of his still cold lemonade. "It would probably overheat anyways."

As he puts the console back into its travel case you feel like you just won the lottery. Your heart flutters and you give him a huge smile. Leaning back in his seat

“Are you happy?” he asks playfully, nudging you in the chair. This isn't the best decision as you are barely on the seat as it is. Your arms begin to flail as you try to keep your balance but your efforts are in vain as you fall from the chair and land on your bottom on the soft sand below.

In his defense, Kenma did try to catch you, but the way you were falling made it difficult for him to steady you. You look down at yourself and the crushed paper cups of lemonade sinking into the sand as laughter threatens to spill out from his closed mouth as you try to wipe the layer of sand that now coats your skin.

“I’m sorry,” he says, at last, the remnants of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I didn't realize how small the chair was.”

“It’s fine,” you say looking down at your still sandy lower half “I think I'm gonna try and get some of this sand off in the water, it may feel nice.”

“I’ll go with you,'' he says, rising from his seat and extending his hand for you to take as you walk down to the water.

Once there, you wade in till all the sand is removed by the water. The two of you enjoy the coolness of the water. finding shells and interesting rocks that get washed up in the current.

It feels like heaven until you look back at your spot, it is once again shrouded in the shade.

"It looks like you could play your game again," you say, looking at your boyfriend.

"Nah," he shrugs, "It will still be there when I get back. I'd rather spend time with you here anyways."

[cupoftaae]

Life In Color - KTH drabble- The one with the pink dress ⋆｡°✩

summary- going wedding dress shopping with your future husband isn't typical, but you do it anyways.

pair- kth x female!reader

rating- 18+

A/N - hi guys! I hope you love these new drabbles, Tae and y/n are my favorite couple ive written and can't wait to deepen their story line. enjoy :) -Nini

"and who is this you've brought with you?"

"my fiancé"

The woman sitting front desk blankly looked at your large grin as you stood in a large puffer jacket, Taehyung behind you with the same smile plastered on his face.

"oh!" she finally spoke, "it's just most couples choose to wait for the dress reveal until the wedding"

You nod, you knew this was gonna be questioned.

You tried your best to explain that you wanted your husband to be the first to see it, instead of the last. You and him agreed that it would be better to surprise family. Was it conventional? no, but nothing you two did ever was.

Another woman came out from the back and led us into a try on room, mirrors surrounding the small couch that taehyung plopped down on, his own face slightly pink in anticipation to see you in a real wedding dress.

everything was becoming increasingly more real as the clock began to tic down to the wedding date.

"let me take your coat, baby" he whispered, pulling it off your shoulders as you stood.

"ok, im gonna go with her and pick out a few and i'll come back in once im ready" you giggled and kissed his nose, happily following the woman out to the room. The large isles of puffy dresses was slightly overwhelming to look at.

You were supposed to pick just one?

"so we will gather as many as you please, then eliminate them as we go until we find the dress that you feel most beautiful in"

You grinned and nodded, "sounds good"

Your eyes scanned, looking deeply at each unique design. you almost felt like an imposter standing here, this was a little too fancy.....and expensive.

Growing up on the poorer side meant now that you were 23, and had your own well earned money, you still had issues with spending it. Every item was a questionable "is it really that needed?" purchase. The fear of someday running out, all because you spent it on unnecessary items haunts you, even though that is far from realistic.

"so....tell me about your fiancé" the older woman spoke, her arms crossed as she followed you around the room, collecting anything that sparked your interest even in the slightest.

"well...." you blush, "we've known each other since we were little kids, and to be honest I think we were just meant for each other" you mentally cringe at the corny line that left your mouth. It was true though.

She grinned "how adorable, you both are rather young, I dont see a lot of kids in their early 20's getting married as much as before"

"yeahh..." you began, handing her a soft white gown to add to her small pile in her arms. "I guess we have spent so much time together that instead of waiting, we just knew what we wanted"

"that is very true, he seems as lovely as you and I'm positive it will work out. Whens the wedding?"

"February"

"3 months, that exciting. Most women have their dress a year before" she laughed softly

"yeah well we didn't have much time to plan, we are not super fancy and its just gonna be a small wedding with our parents and siblings, nothing super big"

"small weddings are always sweet too, of course you wont get as much money with that little guests" she teased, making you secretly scrunch your face up.

"eh...not too concerned"

You did not care if you weren't going to get many expensive gifts or cash at your wedding, it didn't matter.

thats not really the point of the ceremony.

After a bit, you gathered only 3 dresses and began trying them on.

The first dress was a white puffy one, the skirt similar to a princess gown like you've seen in movies.

"tae?" you whispered, opening the door and walking in to see him on the couch.

His eyes widened as he took you in, a faint blush powdering his cheeks. "i.....woah"

The woman laughed as she had you stand on the platform in front of the mirrors.

"do you like it?"

He lagged for a moment, in shock before nodding, "ye-yeah, yeah I do, baby you look gorgeous" he smiled widely, unable to take his eyes off.

"this one is part of the new collection in stock, no one has bought it yet, its one of a kind and original" the woman began speaking as she flattened the skirt.

"oh wow, thats cool" you mumbled, eyes stuck on yourself in the mirror. It was kinda freaky to imagine yourself in a wedding dress since you were little, and now seeing it in real life.

Taehyung watched in awe of your beauty, but he couldnt help but notice your uncomfortable body language. He chose to stay silent as the worker began speaking once more.

"you look absolutely stunning in it, the price is about $9,000 right now, but of course that would probably be more in the higher 9k or even closer to 10k considering this is a bit big on you and would need alterations"

You felt your face drain, 10k for a white dress made of fabric you could buy at the craft store? Sure, it was an incredibly beautiful gown, but you were not about to pay that much for a one time wear.

"God, ...okay" taehyung lifted his winter cap from his head to itch his scalp in thought, putting it back down as he watched your expression.

"yeah uh...not gonna get this one" you whispered, looking at the worker

"thats okay, lets go try the other ones you picked"

Taehyung sat back down, part of him loving the way you were putting on a little fashion show for him, the other, concerned that you were bothered by something.

You stepped out in another dress, however this white one was more fitted, there was no train behind it, instead it hugged your curves.

Your fiancé smirked, watching as you stepped up to the platform.

"now, how do you feel? this one is from the summer collection, but you did say you were having an indoor wedding in February so you'll still be warm"

You thought for a moment, turning to see your body in the mirror, taehyung stood behind you, "you look so beautiful baby" he smiled

You shrugged, offering an iffy smile "I dont know"

before you knew it, your eyes were tearing up for NO reason.

The worker noticed how concerned taehyung had gotten and she spoke up, "i'll be right back"

When the door shut, he gently took your hands and made you face him, he whispered "whats wrong, hm? why are you so sad, my love?"

"I dont know" you whispered, his fingers wiping your eyes. "I just dont feel as pretty as I thought I did in these, I feel like a fake to be honest"

"why is that?" he sounded angry, not at you, but at the thought you didnt see your own beauty.

"everything is just so expensive and I dont feel like it belongs on me" you sniff, his face softens.

"hey" he whispered, "my parents agreed to help the cost of your wedding dress, stop worrying"

"I know but its not fair to you guys, and besides, I just feel weird. I wish I could just wear whatever"

He smiles gently and brushes your hair. "what is it that you want?"

"see, I dont even know. I remember when I was a little girl I always wanted to wear a puffy baby pink gown" you laugh, "everything seemed so easy then huh"

He thought for a moment, "a pink dress hm? lets see if they have that here"

"are you serious? baby, I was just joking"

"so? try one on anyways my love"

"i dont know....I was like 10 when I said that and-"

"sh" he gently cupped your face, "these dresses arent doing it for you, and we wont stop until we find what makes you feel beautiful, ok? theres no harm in trying."

When the woman came back in, he softly explained the situation, and watched as she left to go find some options that fit the idea you wanted.

After a few moments, she returned with a dress she think you'd like/

"try this one, hun, I think its the closest to what you were telling me, its also the lightest shade of pink"

You glance at tae before nodding and going to change.

It fit on easily, only slightly big in the chest, but its nothing a quick sew job from your work friend couldnt fix.

You step out, watching Taehyungs expression widen at you "oh baby.....you are so beautiful, I love you"

You giggled as he kissed you, turning your body to look in the mirror. You teared up again, but this time not because you were sad.

The baby pink dress had laced long sleeves and a large flowing skirt, the waist sewn tight. It was just the right amount of sparkles added, and for some reason you knew that this is what 10 year old you would have wanted.

"i...I love it" you whispered

Taes eyes watered a bit, seeing the genuine reaction from you.

"how much is it?" you turned to the woman, she began to speak but taehyung stopped her,

"nope, doesnt matter"

"baby-"

"no, no, you love this dress"

You frowned and nodded

"im gonna take care of it, okay?" he kissed you gently, sharing a glance into your eyes through the mirror in front of you both.

"are you sure?"

"positive"

You waited a moment, holding his hand "I really do love it" you whispered

"so....is this the dress?" the worker smiled softly, watching you nod slowly as you wiped a tear "yeah...yeah this is the dress"

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I love your writing.

if it's not too much trouble may i make a request? I'm thinking the Dimitrescu women meeting and/or courting a fellow immortal.

the circumstances of the immortal's powers and possession of immorality are entirely up to you. I just like the idea of them meeting someone they could literally spend forever with...because they deserve it ❤

I wasn't sure if you wanted a story or headcanons? I went with HCs, here, but if you wanted more of a drabble or whatever just lemme know and I'll write something like that.

Also, I got excited and carried away so this has the whole Dimitrescu family, plus shorter ones for both Mother Miranda and Donna. Admittedly Alcina's is also a little on the shorter side? I tried to write everything that came to mind, but I am kinda tired right now, sorry. Might reblog this and add some more later.

(Under read-more for length)

Cassandra:

Tries (and fails) to hide her excitement. Mortality is one of the bigger things that has made her keep her distance to others, at least in the past. Every Maiden she’s ever been the slightest bit smitten with, up until this point, has been incredibly fragile. Seeing as she’s not exactly the softest person, one can easily imagine why that would be a turn off for her. But now that’s no longer a problem!

On the other had… having an immortal partner gives Cassandra pause. Why? Because what if they breakup? Normally, she can just, ahem, “dispose” of any exes (regardless of how much it hurts) so she doesn’t have to see them/deal with them anymore. If that’s not an option, she’ll definitely take longer than usual to do anything about her feelings. She wants to be sure, 100%, before she gets in over her head. Chances are she won’t hold back for as long as she wants though.

Likely to have a loud, messy confession. She’ll have been avoiding you for a few days, always ducking out of whatever rooms you enter, leaving you both hurt and confused. After enlisting the help of her sisters, you’ll be able to corner her outside. She’ll tell you, under no uncertain circumstances, to leave her alone. But you’ll refuse, demanding an explanation.

“I thought we had something. I thought you cared,” you’ll snap, eyes watering. “If that’s changed… if I was wrong, just tell me. I’ll leave and I’ll never come back.” Cue thunder and raining (because tropes) and Cassandra dramatically pulling you into a kiss, holding you so tightly you think you might bruise. Then she’s demanding that you stay, refusing to apologize but making it clear just how much she does care.

Being immortal, you’re not as defenseless as some of Cassandra’s past interests. Naturally, she doesn’t get quite as protective as she normally would. She’ll still have your back no matter what, ready to fight by your side against any foe, and will probably consider doing so a “fun bonding activity”. Oh, some lycans are encroaching on Dimitrescu territory? Time to go destroy them, as a power couple!

Despite having all the time in the world, Cassandra won’t change much of her actual courting behavior, nor the rate at which things advance. She’s still gonna get handsy fairly early on, still gonna “rah!” at you in the hallways, and still going to struggle with her jealousy.

Immortality Compatibility: I can see Cassandra going for another vampire (or vampire adjacent) creature, or someone demonic. She likes her lovers a bit rough, with some nice bite to their personalities. If you’ve got sharp teeth, or claws, or glowing eyes? Oh boy, she’s gonna be making heart eyes at you all the time.

Bela:

If your immortality isn’t immediately obvious, Bela is over the moon with joy when she finds out. Her eyes will go wide for a moment, before she tries to seem calm (so as to not freak you out), but her heart is pounding. This is what she’s been hoping for. As much as Mother Miranda has done for her family, there’s no guarantee that she’d be willing to give more. Even if Miranda granted Bela’s lover her “gift”, there was no telling what the results would be, or if the lover would survive. Now that there’s no need for such a transformation, it’s far easier for Bela to imagine herself in love (and eventually be in love).

Slow-burn romance over a decade or longer, oops. Doesn’t even necessarily mean to take things so slowly, just doesn’t feel a need to rush things, preferring that they develop organically. With both of you having unlimited time, you’re both used to working on a very large timescale. Maidens watching the two of you probably place bets on how long it’ll take you to hold hands for the first time. Everyone knows it’s coming, but no matter how much Cassandra and Daniela complain, Bela refuses to jump into things. By the time the two of you are officially together, you’re probably madly in love with each other.

More protective than Cassandra, if only because she knows just how rare you are. Immortal or not, you likely still have a weakness, and Bela will do everything in her power to make sure no one else knows what it is. If applicable, she will also ensure she has a countermeasure readily available. For example: If you were weak to fire, she’d make sure that the castle keeps extinguishers handy, just in case. Though they should probably already do that. Not that the Dimitrescu family cares much for OSHA compliance.

Somehow grows more in love with you with every passing year, and makes sure that you know this. Whether you’ve been together for one year or one century (because in this house we ignore canon), she’s always performing little acts of love, giving constant reminders of how strongly she feels. Gifts, special dates, book recommendations, etc.

Immortality Compatibility: Bela seems like the type to go for someone with a calming presence, and perhaps somewhat of a contrast to herself. I can picture her with someone somewhat angelic, or druidic, someone very in tune with nature. She’d love to feed deer with you and relax in the forest! Or lay against a tree by your side, listening to you talk about various microorganisms for hours at a time.

Daniela:

Practically tackles you when she finds out/connects the dots. This is just like one of her romance novels, where a lonely (attractive as fuck) immortal spends years in isolation before finally meeting the love of their life, who they get to spend the rest of eternity with. Absolutely ecstatic about the whole situation. Won’t stop kissing you and pulling you close, rambling about how great it’s gonna be to spend your lives together. Honestly? Kind of overwhelming. You might have to remind her a few times that you don’t have to rush into things, considering you have all the time in the world.

Introduces you to people as her “super cool/rad immortal life partner”. Genuinely cannot bring herself to not brag about you. If her sisters haven’t found someone like you yet, you can bet that Daniela will tease them about it all the time (much to their annoyance). If Momma Alcina doesn’t, though? Dani will keep her thoughts to herself, thank you very much (being grounded at her age does not impress the s/o).

Tries not to show it, but she’s actually very nervous. You’re immortal! You’ve probably seen a lot of shit (she certainly has)! Worries about keeping you interested in her, though she would never admit it. This tends to lead to her performing ridiculous acts to showcase her affection, regardless of the cost or, like, whether or not you’d even enjoy whatever she has planned. In order to counter her anxiety, you’ll want to reassure her whenever you can, and give her plenty of “I love you”s.

Strikes a decent balance between Cassandra’s nonchalant attitude and Bela’s protectiveness. Will defend you if you need it, playing up the romantic aspect, but also entirely willing to hide behind you in a scary situation.

Immortality Compatibility: Having probably read Twilight… Dani would date a werewolf, as long as they weren’t the smelly kind. Also interested in a sort of “magical”/elemental type, especially if their powers are influenced by emotions. In other words, if someone flirts with her in front of you, and your response is to subconsciously light your hands/the other person on fire? She thinks that’s hot, pun intended.

Alcina:

“Oh? Interesting,” she’d say, smiling softly (and trying to ignore the heat rushing to her face). Similarly to Cassandra, she’d try to play it off, not wanting to seem too excited. And, well, she’s not as excited as any of her daughters are. After all, she’s had more time than them to “get used” to the idea of outliving any potential romantic interests. So, she’s not exactly desperate for a relationship, even with someone she could spend an eternity with.

That being said, if she is romantically interested in them, she’s very relieved. Outliving a loved one can be incredibly traumatizing (fuck you c*pcom, you know what you did), and knowing that you’re safe (or at least safer than most) brings her no small amount of comfort.

Also, just glad to have another person close to her age around. Her daughters are somewhat stuck as young adults, and I imagine Alcina would want someone who gained immortality a little later in life, such as herself, as opposed to, ya know, reminding her of her children. That probably goes without saying. Hopefully.

More so than her daughters, Alcina would change her level of protectiveness depending on her s/o’s power level. If you’re a shapeshifter who can also turn into a big ass dragon? Then she’s not going to coddle you. If you’re immortal but still vulnerable, then she’s going to do her best to keep you safe, even going so far as to enlist the assistance of her daughters. “If you see a single Maiden growing mistletoe, or bringing some in from the village, let me know immediately,” or something like that, depending on your weakness.

Immortality Compatibility: Definitely would want someone in a situation similar to herself, having once been truly human, only to be “elevated” by something. Bonus points if you’re another disciple of Miranda, double bonus points if Miranda specifically “made” you to be Alcina’s boo/honey/darling/dear.

Bonus! Mother Miranda:

Oh god finally someone who won’t leave her (can’t leave her). No one can take you away from her, and that’s a relief that she’s been craving for over a century. Even if romance isn’t high on her priority list, she welcomes it with open arms, glad to have someone by her side through all of life’s chaos.

Admittedly slow to trust at first, probably just using you as a tool at first. But prove yourself enough, show that your devotion is more than just misdirected self-interest, and she’ll start to warm up to you. Forming a real relationship would likely take a couple decades, similar to with Bela. Once you are together, however, the two of you are inseparable in all matters.

You’d be her #1 follower, most trusted adviser, and the only person allowed to understand 100% of her thoughts and motives. While Miranda wouldn’t allow you to be seen as the same level as her (sorry), you’d still be a legend among the villagers. To them, you’re Mother Miranda’s champion, the epitome of a devoted follower that they all aspire to emulate. Not that they know the two of you are a couple, though.

Immortality Compatibility: No gimmicks, no cheap tricks, she wants (and respects) a fellow scientist, someone who clawed their way through adversity and forged themselves into something indestructible. Double the interest if you did so for a similar cause to her own, as she would appreciate your ability to relate to her suffering.

Bonus! Donna:

Someone to play with! FOREVER! No more losing people she cares about, no more accidentally breaking people, no more people scrambling to leave. Now that she has you, she can finally spend some quality time with another (living?) person. Honestly her dolls (or at least Angie) are just as excited as she is. Regardless of her relations with the other three Lords, Donna much prefers the company of a lover.

For real though she’s shy as hell and you might not even realize who’s pulling the strings until you’ve been in her house for over a year. She’d probably use her powers to trap you inside, at least at first, though they’d be nice hallucinations. You’d have to treat the dolls nicely, especially Angie, before she’d let you interact with her.

Eventually you’d be allowed to leave, and you’d be given a key to return whenever you wanted to. Assuming that you do, in fact, come back, the two of you would have a very, very slow romance, if only because of Donna’s anxiety. Hand holding makes both of your faces turn beet red, seriously.

Immortality Compatibility: *chanting* GHOST GIRLFRIEND GHOST GIRLFRIEND POLTERGEIST PARTNER POLTERGEIST PARTNER WOOHOO! Something with a flexible, only-sometimes-tangible form, who absolutely could have left at any time but didn’t because they wanted to stay.

[shurisneakers]

I have a Drabble request for harmless! Maybe Bucky makes an inator with Tony either to solve a small problem for Miss Villain just to annoy Sam/Clint and then when he shows it to Miss Villain, she is just stunned and super attracted to Bucky.

note: pre date era

Catch up with the rest of the series here!

"I don't know much about furniture-"

"Then maybe you should shut up."

"-but that definitely doesn't go there."

The both of you stare at the piece in front of you.

"I thought we finished everything," Bucky says.

"We did." Your new villain throne sits proudly in the centre of the lair.

"Then what the fuck is that?" A pipe lies unused on the floor.

You pull up the instructions again. Turn it over, scan the back.

"I have no idea."

Bucky's hand rests on his hip, leg jutting out as he continued to look at it. 

"Tell ya what, I'll break it and we can stick one on each side."

"No." You fold the plans up swiftly. "That's tacky."

"Like the rest of it's the epitome of fuckin' minimalism."

He did have a point. The chair was tall and dark, and had velvet cushioning. There were the occasional spiked but it was classy. 

Why the fuck was there a pipe supposed to be involved anyway?

“Fine, we’ll figure it out later,” Bucky says, turning to you. “Go try it out.”

“Okay.” You smile, strolling over before hopping onto it.

"How's it feel?" He crosses his arms over his chest, a smile on his face. 

"Pretty good." You run your hands over the armrest. "I feel the evil in me growing.”

He watches you swing your legs over it, sinking into the chair. It makes you look sinister, even if you were still in your pajamas. 

“I think I like it,” you muse. “Shame it doesn't come with a cupholder."

Oh.

"I got somethin' for that." Bucky reaches into his bag. "Figured you'd need one once I saw you picking this shit over a normal chair."

"I do what I must for the presentation," you announce, spreading your arms wide. "And the presentation is pretty great."

He holds up a metallic, crescent-shaped band. You mention for him to continue. 

He latches it onto the armrest, it retracting to fit snugly. Looked cool too.

"It does a few things," he explains, clicking a button and watching as a tray table mechanically unfolded from it. "Cup holder too. I think there's a charging port? Can't remember."

“Well, shit.” You grin at him. "Where'd you get this?"

"Made it." Bucky shrugs. "Stark did most of it but I helped out."

You halt. "You made this?"

"Yeah. There's also a disco button." He points out. "Tony said it was important and it’s really stupid, but whatever."

You follow where he’s mentioning, a small button at the end of the row, and poke at it. A tiny disco ball pops up, a subdued version of Grease playing while it shines brightly. It tucks in itself before returning back to the band.

"Okay, so that's pointless but the rest of it's alright." Bucky looks up at you only to find you already staring at him intensely. "What?"

You hold up a finger. "Give me a second, I'm just trying to process how wildly attractive you are to me right now."

Bucky presses down a laugh.

"Were you in one of those tank tops while making it?"

He was wearing a full sleeve t-shirt and socks.

"Sure was."

"Oh my God," you whisper. "That image should be illegal."

His lips press inward to hide his amusement. "That thing's gonna need updates every now and then. Gotta bring it over to the workshop."

"Are you saying that you're gonna be there in a tanktop like a mechanic when I do? Is that what you're saying?"

Bucky doesn't answer, only crosses his arms over his chest.

"Don't say things like that to me." You press your hand to your heart. "Don't give me hope."

"I'm not sayin' anything."

"Hush now. You've already done enough damage."

"I haven't done anything."

You sigh. "Swear to God, Barnes, you're gonna be the death of me one day."

[btsqualityy]

Can we have a drabble of Spencer and Len in their early teen fool around days? Maybe something where they are trying not to get caught by Tae?

They're both 18 in this but still live at home

Warnings: clit rubbing, orgasms

Spencer was laying in bed on a Saturday, insanely bored since all of her friends had plans and she didn't have homework or anything to occupy her time.

As she laid on her bed, mindlessly scrolling through her phone, she heard something hit her window. Her head popped up and she looked at the window, her eyes widening when she saw another stone hit the glass.

"What the hell?" She whispered to herself as she got up and walked over to the window, unlocking it and pushing it upwards before looking out of it.

"Hey," Lennox whispered/yelled from her backyard.

"Len?" She gasped. "What are you doing out here? It's almost midnight."

"I wanted to see you."

"And you couldn't just call me, like a normal person?" She giggled.

"I figured this would be more fun," he smiled. "So, can I come up?"

"Are you insane?" Spencer asked him. "My parents are here."

"I'll be quiet," Lennox promised with a small pout, and Spencer couldn't help but to roll her eyes because he knew what that pout did to her.

"Use the tree," she granted him permission. "And be quiet!"

.........................................

"Did you lock the door?"

"Yes, I locked the door."

"Are you sure?"

"Spence," Lennox whispered as he looked down at her. "You're fine, we're fine."

"Hey, I'm just trying to make sure because my daddy will kill you if he walks in here and finds you rubbing my clit," Spencer giggled softly. After Lennox had climbed through her bedroom window, things quickly became hot and heavy between them and it didn't take long for the two of them to collapse on Spencer's bed together.

"I know but don't worry about it, ok?" He murmured, resuming rubbing firm circles on her bundle of nerves. "Just let me make you feel good."

"Ok," she sighed, letting her eyes flutter shut as Lennox worked her towards her orgasm. As she focused on that, Lennox couldn't help but to focus on her face. Her skin seemed to glow because of the light sheet of sweat from it being late summer, her thick hair was laid out around her head like a halo, and her gorgeous facial features had Lennox's heart aching in his chest.

"So fucking gorgeous Spence," he whispered, leaning down and pressing gentle kisses to her cheek. She preened under the attention, her boxy smile on full display.

"You're gonna make me come," she warned him quietly and he nodded, pressing one last kiss to her cheek.

"Go ahead baby, come," he encouraged her and with a few more swipes of his fingers over her clit, her body seized and she clamped her hand over her mouth in order to stifle the moans that she was releasing. Lennox continued to work her through it, waiting until she had come down to stop.

"Good?" He asked her.

"So good," she confirmed with a lazy smile. "Give me a few minutes and then I'll do you."

"You don't have to," he told her.

"You sure? You didn't get to come."

"I wasn't expecting anything in return Spence," he chuckled. "You felt good and that's good enough for me."

"Mm, ok," Spencer sighed, not fully believing him but choosing to let it go. "Cuddle me please?"

"Come here," he opened his arms and Spencer didn't hesitate to move closer to him, sighing happily when he wrapped his arms around her tightly. "Don't get too comfortable though, I'm gonna have to leave eventually."

"Noooo," she whined, making Lennox smile.

"I have to," he replied. "Like you said, uncle Tae would kill me if he caught me in here."

"Alright, but don't leave until I fall asleep, ok?"

"Ok Spence, ok," he agreed, shutting his eyes and basking in the feeling of having her in his arms.